When I met her I was like
"Where do you shop?"
She was so hot she burnt cotton up
Made nylon melt
She'd walk in the rain
And turn wool into felt.
I said "Would you like a drink?"
She said something with ice
Didn't blink
Held my heart like a vice.
She was so hot
She turned shower drops to steam
Kept changing the channel
With infrared beams
She could cook an egg in her hand
The constant smoke alarms
Give her oats, butter and
Honey, she could make flapjacks in her palm.
She was so hot
She was so hot, I candid confide
I was afraid for my child
Because of piles of bromide.
Like an explosion
White heat, blue lights, A&E, third degree
Six months in traction, intensively.
There were times I thought it couldn't last
Like after the fourth skin graft
Making love in an ice bath
But the water wouldn't last
And we wouldn't stop
Wake staring up at a pitying doc.
After the fourteenth graft post-op
Got a consultant proper top
Nobody's fool
And he suggested investing
In a swimming pool.
It didn't take long.
We got an ice dispenser
Opened a hammam as a community centre
Then thought why not.
Got a turbine charged 20p a kilowatt.
Now everyday we fill the whole pool with ice.
Steam generate making nice.
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